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Imagine an old warrior digging a slit trench, just inside the tree line, on top of a little knoll. He’s digging it deep because he knows that the heavy artillery is coming.
The hole is six feet long by two and a half feet wide and eight feet deep.
There’s a sleeping tunnel at the west end and a corrugated iron reinforced ledge along the front edge, this is so that a six foot man can see out of the front. Sand bags reinforce the front edge. There are some steps cut into the back wall to allow other old warriors like him to enter if needed.
Above the slit trench, the roof is reinforced with logs of wood, corrugated iron over this and most of the soil from the trench is on top and around and about. The turf and some shrubs from around the local area complete the camouflage. He knows that while it needs to be stout and robust, most importantly it needs to be hidden.
Only a minor work of art in the greater scheme of things, but mighty important to the old warrior, he has been involved in an on going skirmish for over fifteen years with a bunch of terrorists known as the A.S. Brigade.
They are a grey sub species of human being, that hide amongst us within the P.C. Army. They had managed to infiltrate the Government of the day and then they had become relentless in their pursuit of him and his kind by winning battle after battle, constantly pushing his slowly dying crew out of their old haunts and bit by bit, turning the general population against them.
The A.S. Brigade was definitely winning the battle for the hearts and minds of the easily lead. Their propaganda machine was working overtime and the tolerance of the people to allow each other to live their own lives had all but disappeared because of this. His time was past and this may well have been his final stand had not the enemy added a second front and sixty seven million dollars of tax payer’s funds to fund their war effort.
This had caused nearly half the population of the country to suddenly find themselves in the same camp as the old warrior, hounded and harassed at every opportunity for simply being fat or a worse “A SMOKER and FAT”.
Overweight Kids were now being publicly taunted and hounded unmercifully in class by their teachers for simply being who they are, fat.
Adults, who had done no wrong to anyone but themselves in the past, were now often publicly humiliated by being displayed on television for simply believing for a lifetime, the propaganda of the Multi-Nationalist F.F Front.
The same people who had once been known as “The life of the party”, “The salt of the Earth” and “The backbone of the Nation” were now to be slimmed and trimmed to suit the desires of this group, that so wish us all to be created in their own image.
You see, New Zealand has declared war on fat. The heavy artillery is about to be brought to bare. The PC Army is on the march.
Saatchi and Saatchi and others are about to make a fortune as the advertising war heats up. Both sides in the conflict will use the same advertising gurus to lead the charge.
And while losing a few kilos or stopping smoking would not hurt some of us, I do fear for the young men and women who don’t happen to look like twiggy and become another innocent anorexic victim of this war.
I think I’ll just hop in my new slit trench and keep my head down for a month or two.
Ten packets of tobacco and 200 pies will probably last the distance.
How long do you think it will take the advertising agencies lining up for the big pay day to burn through 67 million dollars of your money?
But then, that is just an “Old Hole digger’s” point of view
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